Paying the Price [Part 2v2]
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esp_dragonFandom: Assassin's Creed
Summary: The bleeding effect takes its toll.
Rating: G
Contains: Nothing
Notes: Some of the italicised dialogue is taken from the game.
Still fordogmatix's Five Acts post. And yep, this replaces the earlier Part 2.
So much more pleased with this version. X3;;
Genre: General
Word count: 837
Total word count: 1,136
Status: Work in Progress
Ezio crouched on a rooftop, waiting for the guards to continue their patrol before moving on. The sun was setting, throwing out deep shadows and-
"Yo, Desmond, time to get out."
Who was Desmond? The world crumbled around Ezio before he could find the source of the voice, buildings falling as if they had been pushed over, shining white light replacing them before reforming into an unfamiliar ceiling, strange lights hovering overhead. Panic seized him, for being kidnapped in such a manner and for…he couldn't place what the other reason was, but it was just as important, if not more.
Ezio took a calming breath, steadying his racing heartbeat – it would do him no good now to let his thoughts run away from him, not if he wanted to see or create a chance to escape.
There was an incessant clicking to his right and when Ezio turned his head, there was a black-haired woman sitting next to him, garbed in clothes he had never seen before. The woman noticed his attention and smirked.
"Earth to Desmond; you with us yet?"
"Who is Desmond?" he asked in a measured tone, sitting up. He hadn't been restrained and while there were two other people in the room, they didn't seem like guards to keep him in place, their focus on the papers in front of them. The large windows behind the woman also spoke of how he wasn't a prisoner. He was still missing his weapons, however.
The entire room froze.
The woman peered at him, worry creasing her brow. "Uh, what's my name?"
Ezio raised an eyebrow. "No we never met before; I would remember if we had." He paused, frowning over what he had just said – that hadn't sounded correct.
Her eyes widened, jaw dropping at the same time.
"Des… Ezio?" So they did know who he was. He glanced at the blonde woman who had called his name, and she let out a hissing sigh when he did. "Dammit, we haven't been careful enough," she muttered as she rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand. "Don't worry Des – Ezio," she said, directing her words to him, "we just have to wait and it should pass."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "What should pass?"
"The bleeding effect."
The…what? Ezio both didn't understand and relaxed at the same time, knowing that thirty seconds was the time-limit. Puzzled, he looked back at the black-haired woman to see if the strange memory addition would happen again.
"I take care of Baby. It's my job to keep her up and running."
The words drifted into his mind like it had come through a fog, a name attached to them. "Rebecca?" he tried cautiously.
The black-haired – Rebecca broke into a relieved smile. "You had us worried there for a second!"
He gazed around the room, everything settling into place like they had always been there. Computers, electric lights, the Animus, why they were there. But… There was something wrong. He was Ezio, not –a slew of other memories crashed into his mind, tied together with the name- Desmond… Ezio shook his head at the images of growing up in The Farm, watching a movie with some acquaintances who had dragged him – Desmond out because they had thought he needed to relax…
They were not his memories, but he saw them as if they were. There had been one memory of him looking in the mirror that flickered to the forefront of Ezio's mind and he looked down at his hands – they were darker than before, a bold black tattoo winding its way around his left arm.
This wasn't - he wasn't -
"Desmond…?"
Ezio closed his eyes, trying to calm his heart; it didn't work as well as the last time. "I am not Desmond," he said slowly, "but I do remember being him." The words were strange in his mouth, feeling wrong, and it was then he realised he didn't know the words he was using but they still made sense to him in a way that he couldn't understand.
"And if that wasn't enough to freak you out," the man – Shaun quipped from his corner, his voice verging on shrill, "thirty seconds passed five minutes ago."
Turning his hands over carefully, Ezio could see that his…this body's? nails were shorter than his own, cleaner as well. After a second's hesitation, he brought one hand up and ran it through – over his drastically shorter hair, prickling his skin.
He swept his gaze over the trio, seeing the shock painted clearly on their faces, his stomach knotting. The time-limit for how serious the hallucinations were had come and gone and he was still here – unless Desmond really had been hallucinating, explaining why his memories had come back later.
Desmond was who these people thought he was, and if Desmond's memories were true…
He was not the Ezio he believed himself to be, but a collection of memories that had overwhelmed Desmond's.
This…was going to take some adjusting to…
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Ezio!Desmond will now be renamed Desezio with how often this comes up. XDDD /joking
I had a lot of fun playing around with babelfish and google translate. XD; Even though I most probably transliterated stuff wrong, gaaah. XD;;; The last part of 'I do remember being him' should probably be 'I do remember him being' but the English-speaking part of Ezio!Desmond's head started kicking in better after the memory influx.
(And then more angst when Ezio!Desmond finally/eventually comes across Desmond's memory about if he was going to get erased from existence. It didn't fit here. XD;;)
Dammit, I want to explore Ezio!Desmond's thoughts so much right now! *_____*
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Summary: The bleeding effect takes its toll.
Rating: G
Contains: Nothing
Notes: Some of the italicised dialogue is taken from the game.
Still for
dogmatix's Five Acts post. And yep, this replaces the earlier Part 2.So much more pleased with this version. X3;;
Genre: General
Word count: 837
Total word count: 1,136
Status: Work in Progress
Ezio crouched on a rooftop, waiting for the guards to continue their patrol before moving on. The sun was setting, throwing out deep shadows and-
"Yo, Desmond, time to get out."
Who was Desmond? The world crumbled around Ezio before he could find the source of the voice, buildings falling as if they had been pushed over, shining white light replacing them before reforming into an unfamiliar ceiling, strange lights hovering overhead. Panic seized him, for being kidnapped in such a manner and for…he couldn't place what the other reason was, but it was just as important, if not more.
Ezio took a calming breath, steadying his racing heartbeat – it would do him no good now to let his thoughts run away from him, not if he wanted to see or create a chance to escape.
There was an incessant clicking to his right and when Ezio turned his head, there was a black-haired woman sitting next to him, garbed in clothes he had never seen before. The woman noticed his attention and smirked.
"Earth to Desmond; you with us yet?"
"Who is Desmond?" he asked in a measured tone, sitting up. He hadn't been restrained and while there were two other people in the room, they didn't seem like guards to keep him in place, their focus on the papers in front of them. The large windows behind the woman also spoke of how he wasn't a prisoner. He was still missing his weapons, however.
The entire room froze.
The woman peered at him, worry creasing her brow. "Uh, what's my name?"
Ezio raised an eyebrow. "No we never met before; I would remember if we had." He paused, frowning over what he had just said – that hadn't sounded correct.
Her eyes widened, jaw dropping at the same time.
"Des… Ezio?" So they did know who he was. He glanced at the blonde woman who had called his name, and she let out a hissing sigh when he did. "Dammit, we haven't been careful enough," she muttered as she rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand. "Don't worry Des – Ezio," she said, directing her words to him, "we just have to wait and it should pass."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "What should pass?"
"The bleeding effect."
The…what? Ezio both didn't understand and relaxed at the same time, knowing that thirty seconds was the time-limit. Puzzled, he looked back at the black-haired woman to see if the strange memory addition would happen again.
"I take care of Baby. It's my job to keep her up and running."
The words drifted into his mind like it had come through a fog, a name attached to them. "Rebecca?" he tried cautiously.
The black-haired – Rebecca broke into a relieved smile. "You had us worried there for a second!"
He gazed around the room, everything settling into place like they had always been there. Computers, electric lights, the Animus, why they were there. But… There was something wrong. He was Ezio, not –a slew of other memories crashed into his mind, tied together with the name- Desmond… Ezio shook his head at the images of growing up in The Farm, watching a movie with some acquaintances who had dragged him – Desmond out because they had thought he needed to relax…
They were not his memories, but he saw them as if they were. There had been one memory of him looking in the mirror that flickered to the forefront of Ezio's mind and he looked down at his hands – they were darker than before, a bold black tattoo winding its way around his left arm.
This wasn't - he wasn't -
"Desmond…?"
Ezio closed his eyes, trying to calm his heart; it didn't work as well as the last time. "I am not Desmond," he said slowly, "but I do remember being him." The words were strange in his mouth, feeling wrong, and it was then he realised he didn't know the words he was using but they still made sense to him in a way that he couldn't understand.
"And if that wasn't enough to freak you out," the man – Shaun quipped from his corner, his voice verging on shrill, "thirty seconds passed five minutes ago."
Turning his hands over carefully, Ezio could see that his…this body's? nails were shorter than his own, cleaner as well. After a second's hesitation, he brought one hand up and ran it through – over his drastically shorter hair, prickling his skin.
He swept his gaze over the trio, seeing the shock painted clearly on their faces, his stomach knotting. The time-limit for how serious the hallucinations were had come and gone and he was still here – unless Desmond really had been hallucinating, explaining why his memories had come back later.
Desmond was who these people thought he was, and if Desmond's memories were true…
He was not the Ezio he believed himself to be, but a collection of memories that had overwhelmed Desmond's.
This…was going to take some adjusting to…
Ezio!Desmond will now be renamed Desezio with how often this comes up. XDDD /joking
I had a lot of fun playing around with babelfish and google translate. XD; Even though I most probably transliterated stuff wrong, gaaah. XD;;; The last part of 'I do remember being him' should probably be 'I do remember him being' but the English-speaking part of Ezio!Desmond's head started kicking in better after the memory influx.
(And then more angst when Ezio!Desmond finally/eventually comes across Desmond's memory about if he was going to get erased from existence. It didn't fit here. XD;;)
Dammit, I want to explore Ezio!Desmond's thoughts so much right now! *_____*